"I can't find my text book," Tomas complained, going through his room.
"Tomas, you need to be more organised," Victoria sighed, picking up a discarded jacket. "You're getting too old to be this messy."
Enrique smirked at his brother behind Victoria's back, and she wheeled around and grabbed his arm. "No fencing for you, today. Your Father doesn't want to teach scoundrels to use deadly force."
Jaime watched his brothers from the hallway, his hands behind his back. Noticing the guilty look on his face, Victoria knew where the treasured fencing instruction manual had gone. It could stay his secret.